Without waiting for Andrew's input, the two women eagerly ordered drinks. The restaurant manager approached with a respectful smile to make suggestions.

"Ms. Rhodes, Ms. Aicker, for refined young ladies like yourselves, I'd recommend our premium wine selection," the manager suggested smoothly. "It's gentle on the throat and won't leave you feeling unwell."

Lauren scoffed at his recommendation. "Who do you think we are? Bring us your best vodka!"

Francesca slapped the table in agreement, adding, "Exactly! Wine tastes like fancy water. We want the strong stuff!"

The manager turned helplessly to Andrew, clearly impressed that this mysterious man had earned the company of two of Jayrodale's most prominent heiresses.

Andrew simply smiled and said, "Let them have whatever they want. Their happiness is what matters."

By the end of the meal, they had barely touched the food but had emptied two bottles of premium vodka. Andrew was amazed at Lauren and Francesca's tolerance. The al